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Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Thursday, 11 November 2010

  • Grilled Cheesus and The Kiss

    Ru and I have recently stopped watching Glee.  We really like the first season.  We enjoyed the quirky characters and situations, and I felt a strong affinity with the "Gleeks", having been an Uber-Gleek in an Ohio high school myself.  I think the "spiritual" episode was the beginning of the end of our relationship with the show.

    If you're not familiar with that show, it featured Finn praying to a sandwich he called Grilled Cheesus.  That part I actually liked.  It pointed out how some people, Christians in this case, are so clueless about their faith and behave as if their religion is some kind of magic instead of a deep, transforming relationship with their Savior.  No, the part that really bothered me was that a black gospel choir couldn't come up with anything more Christian than Bridge Over Troubled Waters.

    After that, we lost Fox for a couple of weeks, during the Cablevision vs. Newscorp battle, and when we got it back I just never set the DVR to record Glee again.

    This week I saw a news story about the latest episode, in which Kurt has his first gay kiss.  Hearing that didn't really bother me too much.  He is gay.  I kind of figured he'd kiss a guy eventually.  What did bother me was the identity of the kisser:  Karofsky, one of Kurt's tormentors from the football team.

    In a typical example of pro-homosexual propaganda, the writers attributed Karofsky's previous aggression towards Kurt as the result of his own confused sexuality.

    What a load of crap!  Gay bashers don't beat up gay guys because they secretly want to sleep with them.  They do it because they recognize the perversion, but deal with it inappropriately.  In Christian terms, they hate the sin AND the sinner.  Their actions are disgusting.  One of my theater friends in high school, an amazing dancer and football player, ate his gun because of the pain in his life.  I don't know if he was tormented by gay bashers or not, but if he was, I'd sure like to meet those guys in a dark alley sometime, with a lead pipe in my hand.  That may not be the correct Christian attitude, but that's how I tend to feel when I think of people like that.

    I have known quite a few gay people in my life.  If you've ever been involved in theatrical productions, you know that it's a given that a certain percentage of the people you work with will be gay.  I've enjoyed their company and admired their talents.  I believe that their lifestyle is sinful, but God loves them just as much as He loves me, so how can I not love them?

    I am just as great a sinner and sin is sin.  No sin is worse than any other, except for denying Christ's saving sacrifice on the Cross.  In God's eyes, my sin is just the same as that of any homosexual, thief, adulterer or murderer.  The penalty for sin is death and we are all subject to that penalty unless we believe in the Lord, Jesus Christ.

    Now I'll step down from the pulpit and finish my criticism on a purely secular level.

    Preachy TV shows are crap!  Glee is the latest example to raise my ire, but the champion of all time has to be the Law & Order franchise.  We have watched L&O through all its permutations and have mostly enjoyed what we've seen, but every once in a while the writers get on their soapbox to promote this or that cause and end up creating a load of garbage, a complete snoozefest.  You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones where Olivia has a ten minute speech that doesn't advance the plot one iota.

    I'm not saying that popular entertainment shouldn't try to enlighten the masses.  I'm just saying that it has stay entertaining and move people's hearts at the same time.  They have a word for that.  It's called art.

Saturday, 21 August 2010

  • Those Nasty Muslims!

    A couple of years ago, a Muslim guy built two houses across the street from us.  I've spoken to him a couple of times.  He seems like a nice guy.  We talked about our families.  He has more wives than I do, but basically he and I are very similar.  We love our families and want to take care of them.  We disagree about God.  I think he's wrong and he thinks I'm wrong.  I can live with that, and I think he can too.  We don't want to blow each other up or anything.

    I've also spoken to a Muslim guy that works at a local gas station.  He thinks that Liberals are destroying this country and likes Ron Paul, the last true conservative.  He seems like a good guy too.

    Go figure.

Wednesday, 04 November 2009

  • Recorder Orchestra of New York

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  • The Dinner Roll

    by Richard Gleaves

    Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President.

    I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics.

    There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind.  I live in a free country.  There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws.  My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

    I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room.

    We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen.  The Great Seal was embossed on the china.  Uniformed staff served our dinner.

    The meal was served , and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

    "Sorry 'bout that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

    "I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me,  I felt immediately guilty and petty.  It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.

    Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.  "And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty," said the President.

    I didn't say anything.  The President is testing my compassion, I thought.  I withheld my comments and decided to play along.  I don't want to seem unkind..

    My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

    "Eric's children are also quite hungry."

    With a lurch, I crashed to the floor.  My chair had been pulled out from under me.

    I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

    And their grandmother can't stand for long."

    I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.  Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game.  I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken.

    I turned back to the President.

    "Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

    I wanted to shout, "that was my coat!"  But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport.  I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.

    Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone.  I excused myself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table.

    I learned shortly that my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our home.

    Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in.  The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

    "Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions.  They haven't planned for retirement and they need a house.  They recently defaulted on a subprime mortgage.  I told them they could have your home.  They need it more than you do."

    My hands were shaking.  I felt faint.  I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.

    The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine.  I lowered my eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.

    "By the way," he added , "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories.

    I'm firing you as head of your business.  I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind.

    There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars.."

    I looked up.  The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his crème Brule.

    He drained the last drops of his wine.  As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair.

    He stared at me.  I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.

    I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived.  The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.

    Why was I punished?  How had I allowed it to be taken?  What game had I played and lost?  I looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.

    What had I done wrong?

    As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.

    "You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

    WAKE UP AMERICA!!!

Monday, 19 October 2009

Saturday, 03 October 2009

  • Keepin' Out the Hinn!


    Texas televangelist Benny Hinn
    refused entry to Britain

    The nicest thing I can say about Benny Hinn is that he is entertaining.  His theology is questionable (trinities within trinities?) and I believe I saw a video once where he was healing household appliances.  That being said, this action by the British government is outrageous!  They didn't let him in because he didn't have a letter of sponsorship from his church?!?!  Benny Hinn IS his church.  I'm a church elder.  Does that mean I can't visit Great Britain without such a letter?  England is well on the road towards becoming a godless totalitarian dystopia.  It's a land of mindless murderers and Big Brother government (with exceptions for the "chosen few" of course.).  George Orwell was a true prophet.

    Don't laugh, America.  We're just a few years behind the losers "across the pond."

Friday, 02 October 2009

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